In France in 1970 the streets were full of jazz music and dance clubs and in one of the clubs you were with your friends and you were wearing a short red silk dress with matching gloves and a hat and a black fur coat and high heels and your neck and ears were decorated with a pearl necklace.

The club was full of jazz music and a lot of dancing audience who were drinking cocktails and wine and other things.

In the same club there was also "Raoul" who was also with his friends at one of the club tables and when he saw you among your friends then he started staring at you constantly with admiration and he was hesitant to approach you because he had seen many men trying to approach you but you refused. But it wasn't difficult for him and immediately a malicious idea came to his mind.

He waited until you moved away from your friends and immediately grabbed a cocktail glass and stood up and walked towards you and bumped into you on purpose and spilled the drink on himself and started acting like he was upset and that you thought it was your fault so you told him in an embarrassed and apologetic tone. "Oh my god!.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry"